In battle, the move Plow might not seem impressive.
But on farmland, in forests, or in gardens, its effect far surpassed even a hundred beams of destruction.
After reclaiming the wasteland, Dugtrio looked worn out, its three little heads drooping with fatigue.
Clearly, using Plow consumed a great deal of energy.
"Your Highness Raven… what in the world is this beast?!"
A knight finally found his voice after witnessing the shocking scene. He stared at the freshly tilled soil, still soft and fertile, then turned toward Raven—the one who always seemed to know the most about beasts.
The farmers nearby also looked to him, stunned beyond words.
It took them days to prepare a field, yet this beast had done the work in minutes.
"This is its power," Raven explained calmly. "I once read about it in the Royal Library."
He pointed at the mole. "Its name is Dugtrio. It's a beast that lives underground. That move it used just now is called Plow—it channels its Ground-type energy into the soil, loosening and nourishing it."
He paused. "If I remember correctly, fields cultivated this way grow crops faster and healthier."
Raven's thoughts drifted. The orchard can finally begin…
"There's such a thing?" one of the farmers muttered in disbelief.
"This is the wonder of beasts," Raven said with a small smile.
In truth, he wasn't sure exactly how much time could be shortened. After all, Dugtrio was just an ordinary Pokémon in his eyes—far from the miraculous powers of true legends.
Shaymin makes flowers bloom wherever it walks. Landorus, the god of farmland, replenishes soil with a mere touch. Calyrex, the King of Bountiful Harvests, could ripen crops instantly.
Compared to them, Dugtrio was humble. But for this struggling territory, its strength was more than enough.
"Take good care of Dugtrio. Let it continue cultivating the land. It will help our crops thrive," Raven ordered.
"Yes, Your Highness Raven!"
Raven crouched down, speaking to the mole-beast. "Dugtrio, stay here and help us for now. In return, we'll make sure you're fed. I hope you can get along well with everyone."
"Dugtrio."
After Raven left, the farmers exchanged puzzled looks at the beast he called Dugtrio.
But there was no time to waste—newly cleared fields meant sowing couldn't be delayed. They quickly got to work.
Dugtrio stayed in place for a while, watching the humans bustle about. After regaining some strength, it lowered its heads and began plowing the land again, working tirelessly.
The farmers were startled at first, then slowly moved by the sight.
This beast wasn't malicious after all. It had destroyed the crops only because hunger had driven it. Now it was making up for that mistake with all its strength.
Gradually, respect and even a trace of warmth grew in their hearts toward the three-headed mole.
By noon, when the fields were tilled, several farmers approached the panting Pokémon.
"Dugtrio?" it blinked up at them nervously.
But instead of fear, the farmers offered gentle smiles. One set down a waterskin and a small basket of berries.
"You've worked all morning—you must be starving. Here, these are fruits beasts can eat. Have some."
"Dugtrio…" the mole murmured, stunned, then lowered its heads gratefully to the food.
After lunch, Raven sat in his lord's hall, reviewing matters of the territory.
The butler Aelif entered, his face full of astonishment.
"Your Highness Raven! In just one morning, we've cleared an enormous stretch of farmland!"
"I know," Raven smiled faintly. "Thanks to Dugtrio, isn't it?"
Aelif's expression eased into understanding. So His Highness has tamed yet another beast—this one gifted for farming.
"Have the crops already been planted?" Raven asked.
Aelif blinked. "How did Your Highness know?"
Raven chuckled. "Because that beast's power is perfectly suited for this work."
As he thought, a realization struck him. Pokémon really are the greatest productive force in this world.
A single Dugtrio and a few farmers had done what once took weeks. What if he had more of them?
Raven had originally planned to use Dugtrio for the orchard in the afternoon, planting berry seeds there. But seeing how hard the mole had already worked, he decided against pushing it.
He didn't want to be the kind of lord who exploited his people—or his Pokémon.
Tomorrow will be soon enough for the orchard.
"Once the berry seeds are planted, Snivy's training can finally begin," Raven thought.
The Grass-type's strongest techniques required precise control of energy—whether it was Giga Drain, Energy Ball, or even the devastating Leaf Storm. Even the physical Leaf Blade demanded condensed energy shaped into a blade.
By having Snivy nurture seeds with its Grass-type energy, Raven could train its control while strengthening the crops.
Two goals, one plan.
Just then, a shout came from outside the hall.
"Your Highness Raven! Come see what we've caught!"